Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

over his mouth,

the mood to seduce him anymore.. Just the thought of him possibly recording his sexual escapades made

call himself a politician? No wonder the Colemans had him in their pocket-they were all

my arms over

clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just

bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love it, so why don't you?" "Fuck? A high-class escort?" I pointed

seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If that's how you see me, we can just call this off." "Who told you that you can?" he growled, his jaw tightening.

grip on my chin was firm. I could feel his nails pressing into my skin. No doubt,

by refusing to turn off the CCTV cameras,

famous

grip on my chin before pointing to

else see me naked... screaming your name while you

him on. He got up, grabbed his remote, and pressed a button.

the hidden camera remained. Did he

earlier position. "Shall we?

slightly as I guided him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It suits your name perfectly," he

but chuckle at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag

her scowling and throwing a tantrum made

I groaned when his rough

a bra beneath my dress, I felt every inch of his

its way out of